The Atlantic Monthly, 20. kötetAtlantic Monthly Company, 1867 |
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... Gridley ? Who do you think is com- ing ? " said Susan Posey , her face cov- ered with a carnation such as the first season may see in a city belle , but not the second . " Well , Susan Posey , I suppose I must guess , though I am rather ...
... Gridley ? Who do you think is com- ing ? " said Susan Posey , her face cov- ered with a carnation such as the first season may see in a city belle , but not the second . " Well , Susan Posey , I suppose I must guess , though I am rather ...
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... Gridley , you are too bad , what do I care for governors and presi- dents ? I know somebody that's worth fifty million thousand presidents , he's coming , my Clement is com- ing , " said Susan , who had by this time learned to consider ...
... Gridley , you are too bad , what do I care for governors and presi- dents ? I know somebody that's worth fifty million thousand presidents , he's coming , my Clement is com- ing , " said Susan , who had by this time learned to consider ...
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... Gridley used to say . Susan had a fluent natural gift for tears , as Clement well knew , after the exercise of which she used to brighten up like the rose which had been washed , just washed in a shower , mentioned by Cowper . -- As for ...
... Gridley used to say . Susan had a fluent natural gift for tears , as Clement well knew , after the exercise of which she used to brighten up like the rose which had been washed , just washed in a shower , mentioned by Cowper . -- As for ...
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... Gridley would have said , but had no life than the history of those very little more to do with good , hearty , sound people to be seen in museums , pre- served in jars of alcohol , like brandy peaches . When Mr. Clement Lindsay pre ...
... Gridley would have said , but had no life than the history of those very little more to do with good , hearty , sound people to be seen in museums , pre- served in jars of alcohol , like brandy peaches . When Mr. Clement Lindsay pre ...
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... Gridley I mean - before you go . Big head . Brains enough for a cabinet minister , and fit out a college faculty with what was left over . Be sure you see old Byles . Set him talking about his book , Thoughts on the Uni- verse . ' Didn ...
... Gridley I mean - before you go . Big head . Brains enough for a cabinet minister , and fit out a college faculty with what was left over . Be sure you see old Byles . Set him talking about his book , Thoughts on the Uni- verse . ' Didn ...
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577. oldal - I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame.
179. oldal - Yes, trust them not; for there is an upstart crow beautified with our feathers, that, with his tiger's heart wrapped in a player's hide, supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you, and being an absolute Johannes factotum is, in his own conceit, the only Shake-scene in a country.
367. oldal - BY the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead ; — Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day ; — Under the one, the Blue ; Under the other, the Gray.
48. oldal - ... clime, And spreads the honey of his deep research At his return — a rich repast for me. He travels, and I too. I tread his deck, Ascend his topmast, through his peering eyes Discover countries, with a kindred heart Suffer his woes, and share in his escapes ; While fancy, like the finger of a clock, Runs the great circuit, and is still at home.
156. oldal - SWEET hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer, That calls me from a world of care. And bids me, at my Father's throne. Make all my wants and wishes known ! In seasons of distress and grief, My soul has often found relief, And oft escaped the tempter's snare, By thy return, sweet hour of prayer.
597. oldal - Who in their greatest cost, Seek nothing but commending. And if they make reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell zeal it wants devotion, Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it is but motion, Tell flesh it is but dust : And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.
179. oldal - Shakespeare's poems the creative power and the intellectual energy wrestle as in a war embrace. Each in its excess of strength seems to threaten the extinction of the other. At length in the drama they were reconciled, and fought each with its shield before the breast of the other.
368. oldal - Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the blossoms, the Blue; Under the garlands, the Gray No more shall the war-cry sever, Or the winding rivers be red; They banish our anger forever, When they laurel the graves of our dead. Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Love and tears for the Blue; Tears and love for the Gray.
577. oldal - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
623. oldal - From Paul's I went, to Eton sent, To learn straightways the Latin phrase, Where fifty-three stripes given to me At once I had. For fault but small, or none at all, It came to pass thus beat I was; See, Udal, see the mercy of thee To me, poor lad.